Sunshine

Flows on fields these grounds adorn,
And red spells the sunshine by morn,
The fire through life and below to warm,
Soon sets the sunshine,
The sunshine at dawn.

Time stands still

Devilishly deep eyes time stands still,
For a fool cannot find the will,
Stagger an eye for you the path he tread,
Left lingers the words you had said,
They look beyond the eyes you lure,
To fall and dive devilishly more,
There paused in time as both eyes lock,
As if her eyes could stop the clock.

Rosy Red

A kiss amidst this air strays,
Lingers in wait and rose red,
Revives its eyes to tragic gaze,
Hopeless that all has shed.
A rosy kiss blown now beyond,
Whispers subtle, amidst this air,
But a breath of love, so fond,
An incomplete heart to care.
Breathless almost, the dreamer let,
Rosy red kiss which blew amidst,
Helpless lips near that met,
In lost eyes, love shan’t resist.

She sulks and sings

The sky the cloud brings,
In turn she sulks and sings,
Tear drops of her sorrow,
Drips from her tomorrow.

Her air she plenty knows,
Rides above winds she rose,
Lash the skies with ease,
Then dies down as she please.

Down field and pipe pours,
Draws her tears to yours,
Tries not release a drop of rain,
Slipping her cloud again.

Tearful cloud now free,
Them others cry unlike thee,
Now she will not sulk but sing,
Clearing skies will bring.

Loves Moon

Her ore and shine she’s like the moon
To orbit these skies with lovers tune
Silvery splendor the nights only one
Moonlight it floods, till she’s gone
In wondrous clouds upon the waves
Mirrors her face, on ocean ways
Night of mine she’s amid the stars
Each never gleams, as quite you are
Distantly dazzle shall not wither
By my side, I ask to hither
Beautiful and rare like no other
Hand over my heart to my lover.

Trechers Feet

Trenchers Feet

Them trenchers feet with knees knelt,
his brown eyes of soil washes away,
soldiers some ran, some they felt,
grass fields, or graveyards gray.

The trenches deep, like pits some fell,
stands there, wears the blood of war,
he cries endless fear as bullets yell,
knows of years of pain, he swore.

A poets vault

Theres a poets vault,
In it a million rhymes and charms,
Only the poets they fault,
Then perish with legs and arms.
But maybe little of a legend lies,
Though seek with open eyes.

Worthy writers do search,
On the only vault they hope,
The words of ease can perch,
And in a poets darkness grope.
To reach and smash book shelves,
But never true feelings they delve.

The amateur poet pens down,
Unleashing the words he writes,
But inspired by the suns crown,
His rhymes and charms take flight.
Digging deep and deeper still,
Yet just poems on a window sill.

A tangled web

These feelings that you expressed,
Are tangled in somewhat a webbed mess,
The garden spiders home does the shining,
Clinging and grasp the heart I am winding.
Please i spun the web, now to reach my heart,
On the entangled mess and you the start,
And on my white lace Ive written to wall,
The gardens colour vivid to suns call,
And forever the world ours cant mistake,
Till ends end shall dawn, though no web will break.
Like a jungle is deep, were lost in love.
Still the trees stand, beating and breathing above,
And together tangled in green envy,
Are the vines and webs, to hold hearts plenty.

As Earth crumbles

Those summer nights bare the sun,
Will soon be nocturnal ever sleep,
Still the sleepers beneath have won,
Wither to slither the greens bleak.
The Oak and Redwood all grandfathers,
Rooted the forest through rough,
In the crumbling soil and bothers,
But tumble on dead lands scuff.

Great seven seas wash and wave,
Never as black you have been,
Night skies you stare cannot save,
As everything crumbles between.
Wilts and dark are the lands,
Ever since the suns been clouded,
Oceans write death on the sands,
Nothing to save the shrouded.

The last hop in a frog till it dies,
Creatures by crawlers wait out,
Under shadowy thunderous skies,
Birds and bees scatter about.
Even the night of stars do look,
And dark reigns but light depends,
The wilderness universe soon took,
As Earth slowly crumbles and ends.

Dark Angels

The dark angels they’ve forsaken
White souls of pure perfection
Now night stalkers to awaken
And to collect in deception.
By means of eternal lifestyles
Dark angels to repay lords
To gather and swipe the flies
Like reapers with scythes or swords.
Their sniper eyes to shoot and take
A thieving army of angels kill
Will gather gifts cruelly no debate
And flutter down intently still.

Black and white

What would a world seem
If black and white the colour
All such would be supreme
And life to be much duller.
Little expression or joy ever
No sky of blue or orange tint
The sun is white forever
A world in newspaper print.

White Star

The draft it muttered and gently grew,
Like moonlight was washing through,
But curtains shut and others slept,
And in my room this orb of light crept.
Toward and back it would swiftly go,
Not ghostlike, a spirit that could glow,
Yet it muttered by and shone lark,
And lit the darkest room ever of dark.
Passes me there its soul was white,
But reality not a dream filled the night,
Then its fresh air to touch my cheek,
And my guidance i though seek.
The curtains I drew and widen window,
To a sky of white star and moon though,
A star cradled close but dark alone,
Lit bright as the soul had flown.

Robin

Robin of the garden tend the nest
Twigs and trims where robins rest
Lay baffled in a blinking quest……

Listen…a worm trenches down
Perched as it nips around
Toss and swoop to the ground.

Maybe it will burn, maybe tomorrow

The phoenix tonight shall live in peace…

Though maybe tomorrow to burn!
Incarnate and combust
Its precious wisdom will yearn
To leave a heap a dust.

Maybe another day will pass
To soar and dive and level
Or maybe it will turn to ash
In search one day to revel.

A time will be in the making
For this bird to fade away
Crumble in early wakening
And hopeful though will stay.

This day dawns on its shoulders
To fly the final sky on a broken wing
As its legendary life smolders
In a blinding dance on the wind.

Dark dragon wings

Skies beneath black wings
That binds and lashes winds
Knight of the night ride dark
Brash flames rain to burn lark.

Cast on the castle as thunder
And shadow the land under
Dark wings they’ve a hole and tear
Dark dragon through red eyes stare.

The skies defence revel in mist
And dawn a kingdom to resist
This warrior wear blood of night
As dry air burns in to light.

Dark dragon in skies dark your hidden
Rapture and reign the forbidden.

Princess Worthless

Your princess worthless on the sand
Dreams of charming to her hand,
To slate the dragon on her path
Slender silver and of wrath.
Her lonely heart and wonder mind
On the spit of sand shes confined,
No wealth or castle to deny
But an empty world alone to cry.
These lost tears fall on rainy days
Princess worthless in her gaze,
A prince of silver and dragon slays
The perfect prince but nervous says.
“The castle it wilts without a rose
Would you be the heart to which it grows”.

Prince Imperfect

Your prince of the castle and the land
Bellow your perfect voice grand,
Wallow in fine food and wine
And dance the ball joyous times.
Hanson and humorous host
But in his wealth he wanted most,
To love a women so ordinary
And treasure her stolen heart so merry.
This vast kingdom that hes alone
Is but of gray bricks not a home,
Prince of perfect and of all
But left an empty heart to toil.
Wishes for a princess to stay
The imperfect prince will wait today.

The King (Rise and Fall)

You would burn bright in the skies
Id Let my sun burst to dust
See the phoenix when it would rise
For its heart to combust.
And bring euphoria to rule the day
Upon the stage greatness stands
A million skies in space to stay
To paint the sky in orange strands.
The sun grand that would rise and fall
In the morning the crisp horizon grows
Draining darkness as it sprawls
Bitter daylight in skies it rose.
The king and bearer of the crown
Soon fall west to hand over to
The moonlit night then bow down
To rest in the glory that you once knew.
Rise and rise, in the morn
Fight off with flames come from the east
Birds chirp the song they’ve sung
Vibrant swipes, darkness ceased.
Golden is the castle thats now yours
Around green lands in acres too
Shining knight in your kingdom walls
Upon a hill, a patriotic flag flew.
In ore are the skies you overlook
This sky you reign in your might
Gone is the delving darkness you’ve took
To save the people from the night.

She’s like the moon

She’s like the moon
And orbit my heart to lovers tune
On earth she’s the only one
And still I look when nights gone,
Fill and fill my sky afar
And silver in night you are
Far away she’s like the moon
And orbit my heart to lovers tune,
Come close to hither
And eclipse me but never wither
She’s a star not of another
And my heart goes to my lover.

I Daydreamed It

Together we smile,
in my arms we hug,
precious all while,
brown eyes snug,
id fall in and out,
my love i dreamed,
heart wandered about,
star gazer it seemed…..

A hopeful smile,
i had painted on,
hers still lovely while,
i daydreamed, shes gone.

Life Is A Dept

In our relentless stroll,
the life that we control
yet were held in dept to those,
the lenders of us who chose
to lend a body and a soul,
as an imperfect addition to play the role
for the world is our home,
and beauty in earth we rome
You and me dig deep in emotions,
love and care for our devotions
but feel both love and hate,
and depart the land to inevitable fate.

My Sea, My Sea

It was from seas of west
that blew the waves
from its mighty chest
blown over sandy graves.
Thunder echoes the skies
and in darkness it lights
and waves they rise
and day creeps to night.
My sea, my sea, I look
you scatter debris on lands
lap by lap thy waves took
on washed up sands.

Night Crawler

In silence i walked the night,
among my village the beast crept,
its footprints on winter white,
lofty snow flakes the sky wept.

Alone in the darkness i stood,
the beast looked upon me — to dine,
so did my heart sink and would,
not in my favor, this walk of mine.

The beast its jaws soon to sting,
still my fate lingers, not to end fast,
dribble by dribble — the snow king,
“Oh!” its riveting body came at last.

Blue Blood

Avalanched beneath, was a heart,
Cool and blue cause no beat at all,
In lovers eyes climbing left to fall,
Each kiss was of lustful impart.

Her icy heart that freezes thick,
Shatters! As and falls to pieces,
Blue blood like tears she releases,
While she melts away so quick.

Fiery Bird

Fiery bird spread proud to fly
frolic in playful dance
peak and dive lyrically high.
Treetop towers lye restful young
Early bird flutter the morn
In tangerine skies it sung.

I might add more to this later but for now ill keep it as as short as this..

Late Enough Hero

“To the rescue” spoken too often
the catchphrase that he killed
too many their fate go em’
victims in horror not thrilled.
In a costume with an “S” on
like superman but it stood for
“Sorry” as his timing was gone
on the red costume he wore.
His powers untouchable and great
but a watch on his wrist he needed
as the villains would soon escape
calling “Help” the victims pleaded.
News headlines read “The Late Hero!”
since he would turn eventually to
the scene but his help was zero
and “The masked villain” had flew.

The mirror that took

The mirror now cobwebbed in shame
under a dust carpet it stands
of a fair height gilded frame
on strangled victims lands.

Not ever known and understood
the evil soul that lived inside
to claw youth and life it would
to pass on its antiqueness they died.

Its face covered and clouded
as wounded aware of its truth
in beauty the misery shrouded
to wrench your innocence and youth.

Children would sit to look
in the mirror that aged with raconteur
through hypnosis their youth it took
standing in deceit and grandeur.

Hope and happiness it drew
from a paralyzed audience taken
in a dieing gaze they knew
of help they were forsaken.

The mirrors glamour was deadly
in little eyes the darkness spoke
taking as it could medley
as hands would reach to choke.

Shattered hands appear from within
the mirrored hell it leaves behind
to murder those with youthful skin
The contract toward torment signed.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

The Wrinkled Mirror

The mirror now old of time
and elderly look upon too long
so many gaze into a wrinkled sublime
their youth it creeps along.

Its wooden frame now rotten
dust has settled like moss
in a house its long forgotten
past lookers their youth was lost.

Life and youth it drew
from a paralyzed audience taken
in a wrinkled gaze they knew
of youth they were forsaken.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

City Worm

The city worm does turn and swell
in sewers of wet it does yet dwell
tunneling through it knew in haste
to belong in slime and grime and waste.

Pass under the cities thunder to live
does dither but slither and give
a slimy but shiny covering of gel
in its home in movement alone it does smell.

City lights in nights the worm does see
through gutters it mutters of thee
and chase the car noises to race and play
but a second worm it does yearn to stay.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

This poem is full of rhymes, i saw someone who wrote a poem with rhymes between lines like normal but also had internal rhyming. So i had a go myself!

Bless You

A squint and a sniff and a pause

head tilted, sort of elevated a slight

A blow and a bow all applause

the sneeze from the nose that i write.

I saw someone sneeze today a lot lol so did this quick, short poem.

In the Phantoms night

From a lifetime of sleepy hollow,
coffined in the dismal dungeon it lays
to hunt a night and sleep by days
sheltered from the damning sunlight in castle walls it stays.

The phantoms intension’s infused,
blood likened for its lively taste
mortals lie stone cold, stiff and defaced
kneeled on the ground to drink the bleeding its graced.

Offspring they flex and fly,
black bat winged creatures at night
a swarm of a million in flight
leatherbacks circle the skies silvered by moonlight.

Bloodthirsty bats dangle harum-scarum,
red evil eyes they peep
like a tree of black bark they sleep
in wait of the notorious liquid a golden apple to reap.

Peasants divulge their crosses
to revel with fisted hands
behind the village troops the priest he stands
to burn and shatter the evils in protection of threatened lands.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

I have made a couple poems about vampires or phantoms recently but didn’t find it easy, but i think i did a good job of this edit. Its also my first fantasy and fiction poem!

The Moon and The Sun

The full moon creeps to touch my window ledge
and a million stars shine brightly tonight
the silver moon shimmers at nighttime so bright.

The moon and the stars are hidden away
day light dawns the sun in the distance
not gone forever but blinded by persistence.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

whats inspiration?

Whats inspiration?
A door to ideas,
leading to emptiness
hours of thinking
resulting to nothing less…
than an idea but
so hard to crack,
if anything at all
but sleep you lack.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Could a world if moonless be lost?

Should a night’s sky be so full?
If a star should shoot away out of our years
Would future sights be merely dull?
As if we would notice them gone.

A place for a full moons presence to be a treasure
wish such a place was not light-years away,
For a night sky’s magic to be mystery and pleasure
the whole world over.
Could a world if moonless be so lost?

Tall tales if spoke with much inspiration
Is born creative thoughts, stars so bright
A moon lit sky sprinkles imagination
Hopes of a shooting star wished upon one night.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Lunar Night

Lay bare on a hillside enrich the deepest darks
mirrored on a shattered lake of glass,
broaden the night congress among stars.
Willow trees weep to a waters edge
a dozen brown moths flutter beyond,
golden dust falls by leaves a moth’s chosen path
our full moon beauty mysteriously bound.
My golden moon once was our relic
shone down a gleaming charm on silver lined sky,
her years of glory, eclipsing, rotating, waiting,
though shortening, shattering, soon to die.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

White Hunter

Sunken depths of darkness
Striking helpless prey
Snatching, severing, savaging.
Stale flesh from pale white bone
Stricken by rotting fish guts
Savoring, swimming, starving.
Soul white hunter lured by blood
Shadowing curious delinquents
Silent, scoping, sprawling.
Searching for its companion
Swarming swollen seas in silence.
Stranded, struggling, soulless.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Black Moon

A blackened moon once was a relic
shon down a gleaming charm on silver lined sky
her years of glory, eclipsing, rotating, waiting
though shortening, shattering, soon to die.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Destiny

Our hero, rest in peace legendary one
for your place is in waiting, the ends finally come.

Your existence now depleted a soul has arisen
golden gates open wide set pass by life’s freedom.

One of life’s treasures sunk to depths of a heart
an end of celebration for your spirit can depart.

A respective soldier in our hearts you will stay
fond memories fortuned, silenced by your passing everyday

Like a night of jewels expressing light beautifully
shine as I envisage your smile, for it’s a miracle to see.

May your presence blow with the wind for listeners to hear
break through the clouds as your destiny is near.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Midnight

Rest a restless body upon a window ledge,
identical stars shine communally – one rare shooting star for us to pledge. Through moisture window pains gaze high up at a universe,
moonlight reflected by aluminum-bodied cars for its light to disperse.
Porch lights channeling, centering to a point in the distance,
pathways catching light – curbs causing shadows at night less existent.
Ice crystals frigid from decadent airs clings to a street light,
a street in a neighborhood silent at midnight.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Captivated

Writers block creativity deep within
captivated beneath a blank canvas
paint a Mona Lisa with a real cheesy grin,
a blank notepad craving to be a masterpiece
break through this wall of mine
holler through its emptiness inspiration to release,
a little idea just a seedling hopeful to grow
a miracle set upon it
into a beautiful flower for the world to know.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Feedback

Hey ive been getting some really good replies so thanks for that 🙂 i would like everyone who reads a poem to comment on it please and just tell me what you think of it – also if you have a favourite please tell me! Thanks again.
And if you have a poetry blog give me the link and ill add it to the blogroll.

Glory Days

Push on the button as the lens eclipses a flare
thousandth of a second drags while you try to prepare,
a moment of your life captured by the blink of an eye
blushed in the face apparent you were shy.
Pose for that one position hold a strong smile
the uneducated photographer capturing your style,
flash flash flash twilight through your eyes
look back at your famous grin with utter surprise.
A snapshot of those glory days
reminisce on memories as if an embarrassing phase.

Now clear photos of a once handsome you
to be archived among friends you once knew,
just a collection of jubilant times
scrap booked randomly scribbled with rhymes.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

F.A.T.E

An events calendar of our lives,
choosing between good and bad decisions
unavoidable circumstances, stage fright visions,
being at the wrong place at the wrong times
a coincidental arrangement of our lives
the time keeper dependant upon future actions – self control he deprives,
our lives just movements on a game of chess
fate vs. fate
playing an already played game of success.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Loves Pleasure

This is just a small poem i thought of because i read a poem about a similar idea, but i wrote it my own way.

Lovers Pleasure

Romantic kisses,
clothes drape to the floor
my feelings become slender
as you caress my body
adventurous to explore,
Cling to the sheets
we sweat from desire
pleasure felt within
tingling sensation your body acquires,
Climax felt by both
by me and you
new corners found, emotions bound
our bodies connected, our love true

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Eight legged freaks!

Eight legged freaks!
Thats all you creatures are
crawl, creep, swing from my ceiling
keep your distance afar,
Why the black body, long scrawny legs, and eight blinking eyes
Id say you dont scare me!
But that would be lies,
Get off my walls i curse you to do
go home to the ground
tell your friend to move too.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

The Battlefield

White skies flood with grayness
graceful air begins to mature
aggravated weather approaching
rain drops turn erratic
heavy rain turns hardcore,
Blackness struck by electric purple
neon strikes utter – bolts to the floor
roof-tops thrown from houses
wreckage littered empty streets
battle field stories, memories of war,
Gun shots replicated – bulleting decay
fearless winds throw out disaster
shrapnel flaring cast in mid-air
to hide and seekers dismay,
Trenches carved by uprooted trees
groggy water cascading beneath
soldiers lay proud with heroism
among murky graves
legendary soldiers, rest in peace,
Its victorious.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Hypnotized

Fixated by charm
mesmerized within
pretty azure eyes
you got me dreamin’

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Human Body

Blood draining
veins pulsing
heart pounding
throat gulping
lungs choking
stomach churning
brain growing
ears burning
eyes flinching
muscle feeling
bone crunching
skin peeling
nails grinding
teeth staining
nose itching
lips licking
hair threading
saliva dripping
liver processing
intestines working
limbs crippling
disks jerking
soul yearning

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Play me

Like a instrument
My heart pounds out a rhythm,
Pluck on my heartstrings
And ill play you a song,
Damage my heart
You’ve already won,
No more pain can I feel
As the pain is undone,
No more will I open
My heart for another,
Mistakes I’ve learnt to accept
My feelings for you,
I will never forget.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Pointlessness

A pointless argument, why do you ramble on?
lets call on the peace leave it its gone!
Sing a new song would you, I’ve heard it before
why get so aggravated by something so small.
You dragged it and stretched it and showed it us all
why keep repeating it, your talking to a wall,
Take a deep breath and think about what I said
It’s really not serious, so get it out of your head.
No need to go on about something so small
You’ve made your point clear now lets drop it all,
Making a fool of yourself, you do it so well
I’ll fight you with comebacks so cut out the yell!

© Andrew Lockley 2008

This was inspired by my dad who would not give in to an argument.

Pick yourself up

Pick yourself up
with a tear in your eye,
White blinding light
you breath out a sigh,
Pain felt throughout
by this bewildered one,
Harm has been caused
the damage is done,
Unable to remember
the incident at all,
Lying in the road
curled in a ball,
Superhuman recovery
is the miracle you are,
To be in the accident
but not killed by the car,
Fate played its part
but luck had prevailed,
Fortunate for the individual
he could have been nailed,
A miraculous escape
for this idle fool,
should have been more wary
It could have ended it all.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

The Moon

Luminous moon
Enlighten the night,
Twinkling stars
Glowing with light,
Behind is the sun
Keeping it bright,
Shining in darkness
It blazes alight.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Its just the beginning

Shady clouds break out
white lit sky – hidden away,
Rain showers fall from heaven
Eeriness turns to gray,
Strength up above
Peace – driven astray
Thrusts of wind
Leaves thrown into array
Flashing lights a sudden outburst
Thunder echoes overhead,
White strikes to the floor
The thunderstorm is bred.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

This poem is the warm up towards a thunder storm.

Falling, falling, falling

Falling through the air
I feel a sudden pause,
Time stops quick
as I begin to feel the fall.

Fields down below are just a speck
as I hurtle towards the ground,
A second feels like an hour
the rush goes through my blood,
Unable to control
what I wish that I could.

Though people love the feeling
of no ropes or boundaries,
I feel time is precious
as I turn around to see,
my parachute bloom into spring
its colours I see to vividly,
It gulps up all the air
while I float to earth amiably.

© Andrew Lockley 2008

Welcome

Welcome to my new blog, this is not going to be a fancy website just a blog for me to post my best poems. Comments would be great please leave constructive criticism as I will take it into consideration thanks alot 🙂
Enjoy reading my poems I hope you do like them.